Wicked Soul
Dark and stormy night and the wind is howling
as the pack of wolfs cry
echoing through the mountains you can hear the thunder roar
bright lightning strikes and hail stones beat hard into the ground
the earth trembles and hard rocks break for you know she is on her way
so black and so evil she is fearless of all great or small
for her eyes are red and her heart beats as loud as the thunder
a wicked soul she was the child of a dying angel,
for she has no love within it is only her soul in which holds the love
that she has never known,
though for her to change is to let go of her pain
and forgive her heart of all the evil in which she held
but until then she will remain the same
so black and so evil...
Copyright © Kerry Singleton | Year Posted 2012
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